The questions run too deep in pink

by | Mar 31, 2016 | 0 comments

“Logical Song”

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily,
Joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible,
Logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
Clinical, intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.

Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you a radical,
Liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re
Acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!

At night, when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.

The Logical Song by SuperTramp

One of the songs my Dad would play over and over again he loved singing it with his girls all piled in the back of the truck. We loved hearing him sing he had a gorgeous voice and he’s fun to be with. Honestly it didn’t matter if we made a trek to the grocery store but singing this song with him was magical.  I’m so lucky he was my father I mean look at the music he gave me; it’s so relevant to who I am.

I heard it today and of course he was with me in the car singing with me I imagined and I enjoyed that memory. Ah, but he wasn’t done “sharing.” I just hung up the phone with my sister who had meant to call me last week to tell me about a dream she had about me (divine timing saving it just for now) but remembered tonight. Oh and just last week my Instagram friend and I found out both our Dads loved the same author this some would take as coincidence but I knew he was saying hello! I didn’t know till now he’s possibly preparing me for a new love!

Pink Bedding Dream

I had bought pink bedding and thought I’ve over done it, feeling it was too “holly hobby type” and I didn’t want “him” getting the wrong idea. My youngest son came in overhearing and asked “who’s he?” I answered him “Don’t worry you won’t be meeting him yet.” I went on to explain that even though I was dating someone now it would take some time for me to get to know them before I felt they could meet my children.” He wasn’t concerned with that so much but asked “why would he see your room?” I looked at my sister and we both felt the need to rub the back of our necks with “easy does it” in explanations and I guess I told him that it’s natural to invite people to your house and show them where you live. Again that wasn’t the concern as he stammered “its just that . . . I was supposed to be older!” Again I looked to my sister she was just as confused as I was and he went on “It wasn’t how I saw it, it’s not right.” he went on “who cares if it’s pink.” and continued “I’m suppose to be older and it’s suppose to happen in Santa Barbara.” He left the room dismayed. She then woke up and actually heard my Dad laughing saying “that’s my boy!”

SO WHAT YOU MAY THINK!  Except that this wasn’t the first time I heard or dreamt of pink bedding associated with my Dad. I don’t want to check my archives for that dream but it was years ago. I saw a room of children my kids and others but felt underaged myself,  and saw my father on the patio looking in from the outside encased in glass he could only watch not get involved (I had pondered this dream this month so he must be clarifying he can’t manipulate the future or interfere only support). There was suddenly red mats for sleeping and pink pillows and bedding for everyone to sleep on and decisions on who we’d sleep by were underway. I was nervous because feeling like a kid under my Dad’s strict focus had me scared to be wanting to sleep next to the boy I loved. I got brave and while looking at my Dad I stuck out my hand to my side and this boy did it simultaneously and without looking at each other or voicing agreement we reached for one another and chose each other. My fathers look was surprisingly not angry just watching and I woke up.

So. what the hell? You tell me! All I know is that love never dies and that song may indicate that we come here out of a lovers dream and we forget the miracle of how we got here! We are molded logically but its not our organic matter (my Dad in real life would’ve broken the glass, but what does he know now in spirit about love that he allows for dreams to be known). Dreams are the language of Heaven from our home from that which we first came. Logic can’t explain divine timing it can only be felt and until you balance both logic and divine guidance; you take the long way home!

Update: 2/14/16 I just re-read this entry after “needing” to read “what are you calling in.” Funny how I didn’t connect it till now but it’s the same message. I guess I needed a “conk” on the head to understand that although our dreams hand us clues and preparation of what is to come . . .we will actually be receiving possibly an “alignment” or something damn close if not an exact match!  Just this week things I’ve dreamt a week to two weeks ago have come true and clues and messages are popping up. For example the painted Tribal turtle I touched underwater in a dream over spring break came up this week in an event next week to raise awareness for a foundation named “painted turtle.” I also had the “golden fleece” show up in random places and I can’t help but think of my dream of meeting Plato (back in 2013) who invited me to hear the anticipated news that had to share with other members of his time. I think I even scribbled April 23 down on a pad near my bed around that dream week (I was dead asleep only seeing my pen misplaced upon waking to get me to look at my pad). . .maybe this year it will be known what “news” I was invited to learn but not remember.  Its all divine timing anyway

Update: the turtle was the tattoo on my x- he had received in tahiti by a tribal artist ,it  was healing was coming to us. As for 4/23 nothing transpired big but we lost prince on 4/21 and so much grief happened that week and yet so much love came up to the surface too.

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